Come labor, get ready to dance for your bread My son, I was once where you stand There's a beast with insatiable hunger Its minions need crafters and skilled working hands Needs a fortress high in the hilltops And we are the great chosen crew But I am a lowly carpenter So what have I power to do?
Oh misery, call us to rise up at dawn To turn 'way as fast as we can We may be the mortar that cradles the brick But I am just one grain of sand And don't tell me of tossing the wrenches It only brings pleasure and pain And we are all lowly carpenters So where we're taken is where we'll remain
And the masters shall govern with unbroken backs Look down from the top of the hills You can cry through the night just as much as you like There will always be towers to build I coulda been more than some stone-dragging vassal I could be more than their wood-cutting slave But we are all lowly carpenters So what have we power to change?
And if you can't take no more then get out of the way For we have a day to get through We wire their castles, their prisons and banks Know their mansions from cellar to roof We've got hammers and wrenches and chisels We could destroy any great wall we come to But I am a lowly carpenter So what have I power to do?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
